Stavanger Bay change the narrative.

While he was busy goading the grey male, a second wolf came careening from the trees; Firefly should have known better than to stand there and talk - he was the invader, the conqueror, and he knew what it felt like to be threatened with the will of a rival intent on changing things.

This time he was adamant that he prevail; yet this earthen wolf did not relent, aiming teeth his way just as the silver boy began his own assault. Firefly was a powerful warrior within his mind but his body had been through one recent hardship, and so he was not as swift as he could have been. The ginger swept to his position and when he heard the gnashing of teeth Firefly felt that grin return. 

A rumble burst from his chest as he side-stepped and lunged to counter. When the bodies collided he felt himself drift again; his vision blurring, the shadowed fringe returning, and he lost himself to the feral darkness as it overwhelmed him. If these beasts fell to his teeth they could join their fallen kin.